Hello loves!
I hope you are all doing well.
There has been no word from Wattpad, and “Adore You” has not been reinstated. As promised, I have begun crafting a new journey.
The title, cover, and other details are still in the works; however, I do have a small sneak peek ready. This new story will begin in the year 1977, during the Marauders’ seventh year.
After saying all of this I would like to know your opinion, would you be okay with an AI generated image of our fmc or would you prefer a face claim to be assigned instead? (Perhaps both options?)
Without further to do, enjoy this sneak peak !
The dark meadow thrummed with magic, tall grass swaying and bending in the cool autumn air. The girl had risen early, even before the dew had gotten a chance to kiss the flora and fauna in the meadow. An enchanting lull severed the silence—a girl singing, her voice with siren-like characteristics. Enchanting, haunting... breath-taking.
"In meadows green where fairies play,
Beneath the moon's enchanting sway,
I wander free, my heart a-flame,
'Astoria,' they whisper my name."
Astoria picked the flowers with extreme gentleness, humming whatever rhyme came into her mind, thanking the flowers for existing, and then solemnly apologizing for taking their life.
"In twilight's glow, where shadows dance,
I find my way in dreamlike trance,
With every step, the stars align,
'Astoria,' they softly chime."
Her singing stopped to give way to a gleeful giggle when the dew began falling. Nature was kissing her. "Thank you!" she called out into the air while standing up, holding a bouquet of freshly picked flowers gently in her right hand. Astoria frowned softly when she noticed that her white nightdress was now stained with the evidence of her escapade. The smile faded quickly— but of course it did, Astoria Meadows was never upset for too long; she was always looking for the bright side of things.
What do you think?
